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She's Coming

I fummbled with the keys to the shed. Danny was looking to see if she followed us. After dropping the keys, I unlocked the door, and we rushed inside. I locked the door, and turned the light on. Danny started pushing things in front of the door. I went over to help him shove the lawn mower to the door. After, we slummped in the corner.
Knock, knock, knock.
“No,” Danny whispered. His eyes widened in fear.
“Do you think it’s… her?” I quietly asked. He nodded, and I froze in fear.
Bang, bang, bang.
The knocking became harder. We were so stupid. We shouldn’t have hid in the shed. She could easily get in here, even with the door blocked. I looked over at Danny, and saw that he knew that too. The banging became louder and louder. I sighed and stood up.
“Danny, hand me that shovel. This is gonna get ugly,” I said.

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